One of the unexpected perks of having a TBI is that Christmas can come any day of the year and sometimes more than once a day. I am always finding pleasant surprises in what seem like unusual places like opening the refrigerator and finding a bottle of chocolate milk. Yes, it had been there for a week, but It was behind the regular milk, so I never noticed it. Just this morning, I discovered a piece of fudge, yes, there is a chocolate connection here. The fudge was on top of the microwave and had been for a few days bur I had not looked over there for a while. A lot of these surprises fall under “out of sight, out of mind”, which I talked about in an earlier post called My Shrunken World that refers to the narrow scope my TBI left me with. I sometimes get a package in the mail and am extremely happy with what is inside. Then I remember the week of research that went into deciding to order the object and feel quite embarrassed.

As I thought about this Christmas feeling that comes so often, I noticed there are other special days that fit into my new normal like Easter. I can hide my own eggs and probably never find them all. There a lot of times when the same thing seems to be happening over and over like the movie Groundhog Day

May 14th, the date of my accident in 2008, is now a day we celebrate since it is the divider between life before (BA) and life after (AA) the accident. That date is a sort of combination birthday and anniversary when Husband #2 rose from the ashes. Bonnie and I have done what we could to be positive in the face of adversity and though it has been very trying at times, I think we have done a pretty good job.